My most smelly job was at a kennels and cattery, and I basically spent all day scooping poop.

I cry all the time. It's more like when didn't you cry. My friends are like, 'Oh God, she's sobbing again.' I cry if I'm happy, sad, normal... What really gets me is when I read a sad story about a child in the paper, especially at the moment with my hormones raging.

The horrors of the world in general upset me. I cry when I think about how lucky I am with my lovely little family.

People seem to trust you more when you're pregnant. I think they see you as some kind of Mother Earth figure.

I was a barmaid for my mum for years, as we lived above a pub. I still can't hear the Heartbeat theme tune without breaking into a cold sweat, as it used to start at the same time as my shift.

I used to be double-jointed in my hips, so I could put my toe in my mouth. That can't be classed as a talent really, rather a mild deformity.

My most smelly job was at a kennels and cattery, and I basically spent all day scooping poop.